Post by Cheesel the Menace on Mar 8, 2007 0:45:02 GMT
You! Look! Who!
How's the phuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud going?
Arm not alas sand, 'way south in the west, So star land a mat, there's where I love best, Sand not as alarm, lone seabirds do wing, And alas most ran, list' to me whilst I sing. I'll walk alongside you, my lost little one, We'll find the mountain Salamandastron.